And roses, And prissy things

I don't know, i'm just not the typical girl, none of us are

Love, and joy,

and roses and prissy things.

Other girls tell me they're

the world to them.

That they're everything

but I don't pay attention.

I should try them out,

they say,

give them a test drive,

but I smirk at such things.

There are so many other

joys the world will bring for me,

that will make me blush and love

and dance and sing.

I don't need love now,

i'v got a world to love me.

And in the summer when the sun shines,

and when the flowers bloom in spring,

i'm still not concerned,

because to me it's all simply decoration,

the melody to my song. 

A temporary,

fading fling.

Author's Note

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